Complexed?
Or just suffering from one?
I want to save the world.
Because I am afraid to rescue my own soul from perdition.
So,
Without love
or compassion,
I set about making good works.
I carry, and I soothe,
And patiently guide those I encounter along my way.
Does any true servant know of any other way? I serve this world faithfully, giving everything, but my soul.
That is kept locked away in a little box, Thriving? Rotting? Laughing? Crying.
Who knows? Who cares? It is safe, and so am I. And this way, by giving nothing I can give more.
So why is that not enough? Why is there still a burn, where there should only be void?
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